Louis Untermeyer Poems

Spring!
And her hidden bugles up the street.
Spring -- and the sweet
Laughter of winds at the crossing;
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The quiet and courageous night,
A The keen vibration of the stars,
Call me, from morbid peace, to fight
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I never knew the earth had so much gold --
   The fields run over with it, and this hill,
Hoary and old,
   Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.
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Eleven o’clock, and the curtain falls.
The cold wind tears the strands of illusion;
The delicate music is lost
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God, I return to You on April days
   When along country roads You walk with me,
   And my faith blossoms like the earliest tree
That shames the bleak world with its yellow sprays --
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What sudden bugle calls us in the night
   And wakes us from a dream that we had shaped;
Flinging us sharply up against a fight
   We thought we had escaped.
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How much of Godhood did it take --
   What purging epochs had to pass,
Ere I was fit for leaf and lake
   And worthy of the patient grass?
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Shut out the light or let it filter through
These frowning aisles as penitentially
As though it walked in sackcloth. Let it be
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THE eager night and the impetuous winds,
The hints and whispers of a thousand lures,
And all the swift persuasion of the Spring,
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We lay together in the sultry night.
A feeble light
From some invisible street-lamp crept
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